Leipzig Sonata

After they pulled me from an East German sewer, I didn’t say a word; shaking, still I played it cool which made you think that I’d forgotten – using wet ditches for coffins, falling asleep in cities with my feet below me walking –

But let us (just once) be perfectly clear: my memory is exceedingly sharp. And though I may wait til the kingdom goes dark, I will never forget how you feel.

Answered my questions with unplaceable accents, untraceable bank accounts payed for my fashionable drinks, erasing the timeline I’d rendered. Two days in a cell, the embassy surrendered me to very angry people who put grip marks in my arm and told me get the hell away, you’re lucky you even got warned.